Men, who needs them? Love wasn’t everything she thought it would be. This time around, she’s doing things differently. She hasn’t sworn off men for good; she just isn’t interested in settling. Trusting someone with her heart again? Someday, but not today.

Falling in love? Sorry, Clay Bradshaw is not the guy for you.

He’s never been in love and he doesn’t see it happening. Hooking up can be fun, but more often than not, women are a distraction he doesn’t need. He’s a busy man, and doesn’t have time to date, let alone fall in love. Will someone ever change that? There’s always a chance, someday.

Life doesn’t always go as planned, and love may find them both on the other side of someday.

He takes a deep breath. “Tell me what you want, Courtney.” I shift, pressing my legs together. “That day, in your condo.” “Yeah.” “I didn’t want you to stop.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. “I didn’t want to stop.” I flick off the light. “What would you have done if you didn’t stop?” “Where are you?” “In my room.” “Are you in bed?” I wet my lips. “Yes.” “What are you wearing?” “A robe.” He groans. “Are you wearing anything under that robe?” I gulp. “No.” I hear the rush of air leaving his lungs. “Will you touch yourself if I tell you?” I hurry across my room and lock my door. “Do you want me to?” “God, yes.” Suddenly shy, I giggle. “You think I’m funny?” I cover my face even though he can’t see me. “I’ve never done this before.” “Does the thought of me touching you turn you on?” I let out a ragged breath. “Yes.” “Just imagine your hands are mine. Can you do that?” “I can.” “Remember how you were against that window?” “I do.” “I wanted you so bad.” “Tell me.” “Imagine my hands under your sweater, that innocent looking sweater. Put your hands on your breasts. God, they felt so good. Rub your nipples.” I do as he says, imagining myself up against that window. His body is pressed up behind me, his hands caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples. I moan. “You like that don’t you? I slide one hand down your body and stroke your clit.” I whimper. “Spread your legs, Courtney.” I do as he says, my middle finger teasing my clit. “Are you wet?” “So wet,” I gasp. “Fuck. I slide my hand down further and dip it right into your wetness. Do you like that?” “Oh, yes.” “I push it deep before I pull it out and rub your wetness all over your clit.” “Oh, my God.” “I’m so fucking hard.” “Are you touching yourself?” I ask. “I am. You like that?” “Uh hun.” “What do you want me to do with my cock, Courtney?” “I want you to put it in me.” “Fuck. All right, I hitch up that sexy-ass skirt you’re wearing and slide your panties down. Your ass is so fucking hot. I pull off your sweater too.” “Do I move my hands off the window?” “What?” “To get my sweater off?” I pant.” “No keep your hands on the window.” “How do I get it off?” “I rip it off. It’s just gone.” “Okay.” “I pull your hips back to me and press you hard against the window so your breasts are pressing on the glass. I slide my cock between your legs.” “When did you take off your clothes?” “They melted off. Fuck. I don’t know.” I bite back a laugh. “Am I losing you here?” he asks. “No, no, keep going. Your cock is between my legs.” “Fuck. Say that again.” His tone makes me shiver. “Your,” I draw out each word. “Cock is between my legs.” “God, that is sexy. All right. So, I rub it back and forth across your pussy. I’m still rubbing your clit with one hand.” “I want you in me.” “I slide my cock into your tight, wet pussy.” My finger circles my clit furiously, as I imagine him filling me. “You like my cock, Courtney?” “I do.” “Pinch your nipples.” I do and feel my orgasm build. “I’m so close.” “I grab your hips and bury my cock inside you.” I feel it crest. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.” “Let me hear you come, baby.” “Yes. Oh, God. Yes.” “Fuck.” I pant, trying to catch my breath. “That was so fucking hot.” “Did you?” “All over my fucking hand.”

Blurb

She never thought it would go this far. It started out so innocently, but now had taken on a life of its own. Problem is Lindsay Palmer doesn't know how to stop. Even worse, she doesn't want to stop. Her daily deceit has become both her greatest pleasure and deepest shame. Thousands of people love her, but would they if they knew the truth?

A simple favor for his baby sister brings Lindsay into Luke Jamieson's life. Something about this girl keeps her on his mind hours and days after each time they meet. Now here he is, falling in love with a liar.

All he wants is for her to let him in, and maybe together he can lead her out of the cage of her own construction. Will the truth set her free or have her lies already destroyed everything?

Mitch Brooks exists day to day by keeping the world around him at arms length. There is no going back to the man he once was. That man was broken in a way there’s no fixing. Any hope outside of that is nothing but wishful thinking, until he meets her.

McKenzie Williams needed an escape. The last thing she needed was a scary beautiful man beating down her door in the middle of the night. Now, if only their paths would stop crossing, she could convince herself she didn’t feel a connection to him. Life has shown her the dreams she once held dear will never come true for her.

Mitch struggles to get past the walls he’s built around himself while McKenzie works to build hers brick by brick. When the outside world exposes the vulnerabilities in his façade she abandons her own fears to stand by him. Will she be the one to save him from the darkness within him, or will he forever be chasing daylight?

New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Her books are full of emotion, humor and steam. She is inspired by everyday fairy tales. Her leading men are guys you might bump into at the grocery store; teachers, mechanics, and website designers. Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, a mischievous black cat, and their nine-pound attack Yorkie.